Tsuzuki looks up, then sits up to get closer to her level; considering the differences in their heights, he's a little self-conscious. "Hey there, Aramat," he says, pleased to see her (in a slightly nervous way). Glancing to his picnic, he adds, "I'm having a flower-viewing party: they're an annual celebration where I come from, though we usually have them during the end of March or the beginning of April, when the cherry trees start blooming."
"Oh yeah, you, ah, kinda got around," he says, with a nervous chuckles, rubbing his neck a bit, nervously. There might be a mark at the base of his neck, as if he recently removed a collar that was there (and inwardly, he's wishing he hadn't taken it off).
Recovering quite a bit, he says, "So you came back? Sounds like you got a bit muddled on the way back: I'm Asato Tsuzuki; you and I used to work in the gardens a bit, not together, but... we both like flowers." There was that autumn when he offered her comfort, amid the fading blossoms.
"What exactly are you implying?" Aramat replies a bit defensively. But her eyes fall on that indent on his neck and suddenly feels the desire to kiss it, let him know who made that mark on him and owns him...
Wait... what?
"My memory isn't all that well, I'm afraid. Really?" She comes closer to him, curiously looking in his eyes."It's rather fitting... you have eyes the color of the most vivid violets..."
They'res a husk in her voice she can't quite explain and her desire grows... It scares her a bit, all those dark thoughts.
"Well, ah, you knew a lot of people here -- not trying to imply anything improper, I mean, it's your business who you step out with," the young man says, awkwardly, a little nervously. "You and I, ah, well, we weren't exactly an item, but we, ah, shared a moment or two when you needed it..."
It's probably fairly clear that moment wasn't exactly a game of Scrabble...
He'll gasp a bit as she touches that mark on his neck. "Oh.... yeah, ah, that... that was where you, well..." he swallows, the tendons under his skin tightening and relaxing. "You'd given me a collar, sort of a sign of our relationship. I was wearing it pretty much all the time, but... you disappeared and I took it off; I wasn't sure you were coming back, after the last time."
He'll quiver with delight and maybe a hint of arousal (just a hint). "Oh, I will, I promise you that," he says, a bit hastily, and maybe a little nervous, like a naughty kid caught with his hand in a cookie jar. "Well, once I get it from where I've got it stowed away: I kept it, just it case you did come back..."
"Tsu-Tsu... you used to call me that, like I was your dog," he says, his voice a bit husky with desire. Swallowing, then shaking himself a bit, he says "Oh, ah, if you want to put it back there, I'd be happy if you did. Want me to go get it now?"
"Whats the special occasion?"
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"It's been a cold spring, I admit..."
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Recovering quite a bit, he says, "So you came back? Sounds like you got a bit muddled on the way back: I'm Asato Tsuzuki; you and I used to work in the gardens a bit, not together, but... we both like flowers." There was that autumn when he offered her comfort, amid the fading blossoms.
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Wait... what?
"My memory isn't all that well, I'm afraid. Really?" She comes closer to him, curiously looking in his eyes."It's rather fitting... you have eyes the color of the most vivid violets..."
They'res a husk in her voice she can't quite explain and her desire grows... It scares her a bit, all those dark thoughts.
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It's probably fairly clear that moment wasn't exactly a game of Scrabble...
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Then it dawns on her, and she likes the realization quite a bit. "Oh..."
Typist allowing, she'll trace the mark left by the collar with her fingertips...
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"...Then put it back on then."
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"Well you are very puppy-like...can you fetch?"
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